They wanted to grow up without Christ.
No baptism, no time to religion, no communion, confirmation, cribs, sacrifices, priests, family trees, songs, Hail Marys to memorize, no speakers, no life after death, nothing to say before you begin to eat, nothing ottopermille, no priest who enters your home and you spray the furniture, no satan, angels, people with beards, farm animals, no catechism.
Up to 12 years, most of these notions that I had on Jesus and the like derived from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.
I said to myself in case I found myself having to choose just the grail, however, I manage. Dodge Christ was
activities prediletta della mia famiglia tutta - e io ci presi gusto (tranne che per il presepe: adoravo i plastici dei trenini e mi piaceva questa possibilità di far modellismo sulla natalità).
Vivendo nell'hinterland della città del vaticano - altrimenti chiamato Italia - incrociai più volte il sommo e i suoi scagnozzi.
Che si trattasse di maestre di religione che cercavano di tenermi in classe per rieducarmi, di filosofia compromessa o dell'interminabile sequela di madonne con bambino/alieno in braccio che tanto nobilitano la nostra storia dell'arte, me lo ritrovavo sempre davanti.
Bastava alzar lo sguardo in classe: nella perenne sonnolenza, sopra l'ardesia il capellone dava spunti - e prima ancora di chiedergli chi ti ha so small? you understood that someone was trying to get back on the list of accomplices.
Thus, between one and another, I went up, I removed it and put it in the closet - dry and cool as all the things you want to keep long.
But I was not understood.
in the years ahead, ignoring the bad things that men who declare themselves to intimate that the hippie took forward, I tried to get in touch with the believers.
not those which reduce the word and circumscribe and explain to you that God yes, but in a way that only I know, Catholics do not believe because you never know, not those who speak for Catholics but Protestants believe the stadium. A believer
tondo tondo, uno che crede per filo e per segno, che fa tutte le cosine che bisogna fare, che dentro di sé ha una convinzione salda come la forza di gravità, una luce che abbaglia tutto il resto.
Avere dentro di sé una verità del genere dev'essere come aver fatto un giro su un ufo mentre portavi il cane a pisciare e tornare a casa sapendo che c'è dell'altro nell'universo e avere della gente davanti e cercare di convincerla.
Mica roba da nulla.
E ho trovato molti - quasi tutti over 70 - con una sincera e disperata voglia di credere a tutto il pacchettone Cristo.
Ovvio che il suddetto pacchettone ha un tragico problema di fondo: come un qualsiasi altro programma o medium, va aggiornato - e non poco.
Un testo written by shepherds two thousand years ago that equated women with farm animals, who believed that the sun revolved were sold and the thunder of an eye in a triangle in writing, of course over the centuries has begun to creak.
One possibility would be to withdraw all the sacred texts on the market, take out a new one a bit 'more credible and say hey guys now that we use this with all this back . A little 'as when the subsidiary was changed to the medium.
Such a solution, albeit heavy on the shoulders of the company, would avoid problems such as conversations in the video below.
Just to mention the highlights: the tax return of Joseph and Mary, applied to the problem of the South Bethlehem area, because Jesus went around barefoot all the syringes that are out there (that Madonna is a bad mother) and, above all, angels do not have wings - otherwise we would be talking of malformations.
Closes the lady at the phone, pleased with the new updates to pacchettone courtesy of Radio Maria: you should use reason.
is, in fact.
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